Her Dream

~ Her Dream ~

She lies there sleeping
In the dark of the night
Her body it lays there
Her soul is out of sight.

Far from her homeland
A different time and place
Buckskin is her dress
Paint is on her face.

A hard life she lives
It shows in her hands
Calloused that they are
From working on the land.

Days are long and labored
They all seem just the same
That is why she will sneak away
Playing her make believe game.

She will ride her Indian Pony
Through the meadows and the streams
Her mind is held deep in thought
She's living in a dream.

Romancing of her spirit guide
That comes and takes her away
They'll fly together in the clouds
And soar above the bays

Her days are now filled with bliss
No longer is she around
Long gone from the place she lived
Feet no longer on the ground.

And when the sun it rises
Time to get up and out of bed
She finds a long white feather
Where she once laid her head.

Oct.24/2000